in our house, 'the boys' are my brothers. black youths defined as a group rather than individuals. this generalisation aka stereotyping - hand-me-downs from our white colonisers; to my nigerian parents; unto us.
(trickledown economics aka capitalism baby!)
in my house i have three brothers. though 'the boys' accounts for only two aka the reasons mama didn't stop after the first pair of disappointments. number one: me - a girl - therefore disappointment by default. followed by 1 out of 3 of my brothers/ 0% of the boys/ the autistic one aka the one too disabled to hand-me-down a surname that won't matter anyway after we've destroyed the planet/the patriarchy.
(whichever comes first).
in his house a boy who we pretend is a man is in charge aka the king/the fool (depending on what cards you've been dealt). the same person who pressured 'the boys' out of mama in the first place - in spite of the great depression. the same person who said my unborn sister would be another one of 'the boys' and lost interest when her birth proved him wrong. the same stupid narcissist who sees his kids as nothing - than mere extensions of himself.
aka the boys are fools who are told time and time again they are kings.
- boys will be boys; the rest of us will be forgotten
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